24.

So I turned 24 the other day and all is grand.

Pat and Phil got me a birthday cake, made out of about fifty thousand pounds of pure chocolate, and when I blew out every single last candle* Max burst out, "OH MY GOD. YOU'RE SINGLE."

Thanks, Max.

I got some pretty awesome presents, although my birthday isn't really about getting presents. (It's about cake.) Jamie sent me a kitten hat, which has been the number two item on my Birthday Wishlist** since forever, and Melissa got me Donnie Darko AND the best enchilada dinner ever, a new mug from the Pottery Lady from Mac, a necklace, eagle scarf and velvet bag (for my tarot cards) from Pat and Phil as well as .... A LOOM.

That's right. I got a freaking LOOM for my birthday! I can't even begin to express how awesome that is. I was thinking that instead of leaving notes on boring old paper for people, I might just start like, weaving them. "Gone to the store for milk," or "Susan called"... that sort of thing.

I was also thinking I might weave some tapestries featuring fluffy kittens chasing balls of yarn, and sleeping golden labradors snuggling in baskets. I think i'm going to try and incorporate everything that Northern Reflections has ever offered on a sweatshirt. And it will be AWESOME.

Honestly though, and all joking aside, I am excited and touched as hell to have received it.

Finally, I thought 24 was a good age to bring up the picture of myself where I'm at school ... without pants on. I appear to be wearing just the leotard, with a turtleneck combo, as if the extra material around my neck is going to make up for the fact that I AM NOT WEARING PANTS.

*All in all there were 26 candles because Melissa and I bought a special "2" and "4" candle from the Co-Op. "Whose turning 42?" the cashier asked and Melissa said, "She is," gesturing to me. And the guy nodded like MY BEING 42 WAS TOTALLY PLAUSIBLE. I couldn't think of any way to react to that, other than to jump across the counter and gouge out his eyes with Melissa's car keys, and I didn't think that was very civil so... I've learned to let it go. With the aid of alcohol.

**I had this great kitten hat when I was 3. It involved pom poms. I think it may have been the best hat ever made in the entire history of the 20th century.

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